Sunday, November 27, 2011

An after shock.

Yesterday I wrote about the passing of my cousin Pam and how her mother had seen everyone in her family before her eyes either witness tragedy, or their deaths.

Now more shocking news - they found Pam's mother's body this morning. She died in her sleep in the middle of the night.

Incredibly sad for myself - I have lost another connector to my past. I wanted to spend time with her. But also incredibly relieved. She didn't have to suffer on earth any longer.

While we were at the hospital, waiting for the moment to be right to make the decision to discontinue Pam's life support, her mother said that on Monday night, at about 3AM she woke up and looked out the bedroom window to see a girl about ten, with light brown hair "standing there in one of those white dresses like we used to wear when I was young."

She called out to the girl, thinking it was Pam in her dazed state, but the girl drifted into the fog.

She got up and "put my robe on and then went and check on Pam and she was sound asleep, so I went back to bed. I don't know who that was because Pam always had darker hair." She seemed to ponder the moment - half afraid to said who it was that she saw.

So I asked, "was it Mary that you saw?"

"Yes, it was her." She started to cry. Mary was the sister who died in the car accident back in 1937.

She went onto say that Mary came to her in her dreams, every night after she died until Pam was born. And then it stopped.

Pam's episode was Tuesday afternoon - now this.

I'm glad that I spent those hours with Lucille at the hospital - it's her legacy to me.

Wow, what a Thanksgiving Weekend you had!! I was saddened to read yesterdays post, and then today's.

Pam and her Mother were very lucky to have you help them through their last days. You seem to spend a lot of your life helping People through their last days. You must have a great amount of Karma stored up.

Please take care of yourself, and I anxiously await your next blog posting. - DrewBe

Once upon a time...

...there was a little boy who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, but with strings attached, of course. And he lived in Shaker Heights.

Born on the cusp of Sagittarius and Scorpio, my birthday was hijacked by a national tragedy. My father is the son of a Jewish carpenter (seriously) and my mother the daughter of a Methodist hog farmer. Even my siblings are half brothers. My cousins are all older than I; their children all just that much younger - so we share no commonalities. I have no one else that remembers the things that I remember.

Neither fish nor fowl, I have spent a great deal of energy swimming against the currents and being picked over as a human. Life's chief lesson? Nothing in life is easy; even the easy stuff is hard fought over. But I am a survivor.

I have developed my own take on the world and these are my musings for me to get out and possibly for you to enjoy.